Friends No More

Oh!
The blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearless on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely.

Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person -
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

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There are times when a misunderstanding with a dear friend turns out to be the turning point in a friendship. Sometimes you hope that your best friend would understand why you had to go now and then.

You hoped with all your heart that he/she would forgive your mistake as you have opened wide your heart and soul to them. They know all your sadness and they are the ones with whom you dare to be yourself.

When the friendship is no more, there comes a day when you can only watch your friend from afar. Watching and wanting things to be as what it has been before. The laughter that should have been yours now belongs to another. Seeing him/her talking to another with the same familiarity. You wished that you could touch them and say that you are sorry. But you end up slowly turning around, leaving the scene as you feel that you have lost that privilege of being a friend...